had been fully equipped with the most modem appliances, but its original shape and size had been retained. Through the big windows, they enjoyed a view of gently rolling pasture. The sun made the creek sparkle like a jewel as it twisted diagonally across the fields, and in the foreground, the well-tended garden was a riot of color as birds, and bees and butterflies made themselves at home.
'What are we going to do today?' John asked.
'Can you ride?' his uncle asked.
'No.'
'Then I'll have one of the hands teach you. We have a few very gentle horses and you can start with them. Later, you'll ride more spirited ones. I have one in mind for you, John, a very spirited mare. She'll give you the ride of your life when you mount her,' he added, and gave Greta a sidelong glance.
'Oh yes, I know the one you mean, dear. She loves to be ridden. In fact, she can't seem to get enough of it, as I recall.'
After breakfast, Cyril took the twins in the Jeep to the far end of the property where the stables were located.
'Most of the horses we raise here are racing stock,' he explained as they watched horses of all sizes grazing in the lush fields. 'We raise a few riding horses as well, but racers are the big thing. Have you ever seen a pair of homes mating?'
Both replied that they hadn't, and Jenny blushed just a little.
'It's really quite an impressive sight. Horses are really big and long in that department, and it can be very exciting when the stallion mounts the mare and rams it to her. I'll arrange for you to watch a mating one of these days.'
Turning the twins over to one of the hired hands for their riding lesson, he drove back to the house and found that Greta had finished her chores in the kitchen. He went with her to one of the guest rooms where he saw what he wanted. The walls were paneled in such a way, he explained to Greta, that little holes could be drilled without being too obvious. From the adjoining room, an audience would be able to see all the action and hear most of it, all but the quieter whispers. Going to the basement, he got an electric drill and made a number of holes in such locations that they could be covered with pictures when not in use.
It was almost lunchtime when the children returned, excited and sweating. Jenny announced that she needed a bath, and Greta told John that he should have one too. Before letting him go, she took him aside and told him she knew that boys sometimes played with their cocks in the bath or shower and cautioned him not to, telling him he would learn the reason for it later. Before he left for his shower, she gave him a squeeze, and as she bent, he was able to look into the top of her blouse to see the upper slopes of her tits and her black bra.
They ate a light lunch of salad and sandwiches, and then Jenny helped Greta dear up the kitchen and wash the dishes.
'Do you feel like a swim, Aunt Greta?' Jenny asked as they finished the job.
'Yes dear, but later. We have something much more interesting to do. It's a surprise, and I think you're going to enjoy it a lot, though John may enjoy it even more than you will.'
Jenny begged to find out what was in store, but Greta smilingly refused, telling her she would find out in a few minutes, since everything was ready and there was no reason to delay.
They found Cyril and John chatting in the garden, then Greta told Cyril that he had an errand to run and suggested that he take Jenny along. Pretending he had forgotten, he snapped his fingers, told Greta he would look after it at once, then took Jenny by the arm and led her into the house, taking her to the room from which they would watch the exciting seduction of her brother. He showed her one peephole and selected another for himself.
'What are we going to see, Uncle Cyril?' she asked, and felt excitement as she made a vague guess that it had to do with Greta and her brother.
'Just watch and you'll see, Jenny. You must remember to be quiet though. After all, we wouldn't want to disturb anyone, would we?'
A couple of minutes later, Greta walked into the room wit John, and Cyril felt his cock beginning to stiffen as he thought of what was in store for them.
Greta directed John to a chair which had been placed opposite the bed, then she sat on the edge of the bed and crossed her long, shapely legs, allowing him to see the tops of her nylons and one garter, which pressed against the exciting white skin of her big thigh. John stole a quick look, then turned his gaze away.
'It's all right for you to look at my legs and thighs, dear,' Greta told him. 'In fact, I like to have boys and men look at my thighs. That's why I cross my legs the way I do, go on, have another look. There, that's it. My thighs are big and beautiful, don't you think?'
'Oh yes. Everything about you is, Aunt Greta,' he told her with feeling.
'I suppose you found that out last night at the keyhole of our bedroom,' she told him with a dazzling smile. 'We really went wild, didn't we?'
'Y-yes,' he stammered, and blushed.
'Did you and Jenny take turns peeping?'
'Yes.'
'Did you both get very excited?' she asked, and rose the hem of her dress a little higher.
'We sure did.'
'I want you to tell me what you did about it, after the show was over. You didn't fuck her, did you?'
'Oh no!' he replied quickly, and then went on to tell everything they had done.
He told the story, nervously at first, then more eagerly as excitement took over.
'Did you enjoy sucking and licking your sister's pretty little pussy?' Greta asked.
'I sure did. I was afraid it would taste bad, but it didn't at all.'
'I know all about how cunts taste, dear. I've sucked quite a few myself. A mature woman's cunt is more tasty and interesting than a little girls. Maybe I'll let you find that out for yourself one day. Do you think you'd like to suck my cunt?'
'Oh yes, Aunt Greta. I'd give anything to do that,' he told her, his voice breaking.
'Tell me, dear,' she said, and opened three buttons of her blouse so that he could see the well-filled cups of her, black bra and the white cleavage of her big tits, 'is your dickie hard now?'
'Well then, if I'm going to do nice things for you, I want you to do something for me. Take off all your clothes so I can see your cock and your balls. I want to feel them.'
He continued to sit as though frozen, but she saw sweat on his forehead, and knew he was anything but cold. Then he got to his feet, almost losing his balance, and began undressing. He paused when only his briefs remained, his stiff pecker causing them to bulge, then he started pushing them down slowly and paused again. When he did, Greta opened her blouse wide and showed him the bulging cups of her black bra, and heard a little cry escape from his throat.
'Take them off, dear, I want you bare naked,' she told him, and he gasped, then pushed the briefs down and stepped out of them, naked, his prick twitching as he stared at her bra and exposed thighs.
'Oh, Uncle Cyril, what is she going to do with him?' Jenny asked in a whisper.
'Everything you can think of, dear,' he told her, and patted the seat of her tight-fitting pants, squeezing one firm cheek. 'In a little while, she'll be naked too, and she's going to teach him what sex is all about. Does this make you excited?'
'Oh yes. Gee, I never dreamed life here was going to be so exciting. You and Greta are so different.'
'Yes we are, and your life will be very beautiful as long as you stay with us. I'm excited too,' he added, and used the tips of his fingers and thumbs to show her the form of his stiff cock bulging beneath his pants. 'Were you frightened of my prick when you saw it last night while I was playing with Greta and fucking her?'
'I… I don't know,' she said, blushing. 'Did you know we were watching or did John tell?'
'We knew you were watching, that's why we put on such a show. It was strictly for your benefit, although we did enjoy it ourselves, as you saw. We both love sucking and fucking. Do you think you're going to, dew?' he asked as he fondled the other cheek of her ass.
'I… I guess so, but I'll be afraid at first.'
'That's natural, dear, but Greta and I will teach you and we'll be very gentle. Now let's watch the show some more. Things are really going to get hot from now on, you'll see. Greta is horny as a goat right now, and John is
